- THING: RAIN
- COLOR: GREEN
- BAND: NIRVANA
- MOVIE: TITANIC
- ELEMENT: WATER
- NUMBER: THIRTEEN
- PLACE: AMSTERDAM
- ANIME: DEATH NOTE
- SHOW: THAT 70S SHOW
- PERSON: SHANE DAWSON
- SONG: THINKING OUT LOUD
- BOOK: WHERE RAINBOWS END
- KDRAMA: DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN
The universe has existed for billions of years and by a coincidence we ended up living at the same time, that counts for something.
THIRTEEN FACTS ABOUT ME:
- I DON’T LIKE PIZZA.
- I LOVE LIGHT YAGAMI.
- I BELIEVE IN THE UNIVERSE.
- THIRTEEN IS MY LUCKY NUMBER.
- KIM IS MY FAVOURITE KARDASHIAN.
- I WANNA START A YOUTUBE CHANNEL.
- I STILL WANNA MARRY DANIEL RADCLIFFE.
- IF I EVER MEET EMINEM I WILL CRY A RIVER.
- I STILL HAVN’T FINISHED THE HARRY POTTER SERIES.
- I BELIEVE HANNAH MONTANA IS THE BEST DISNEY SHOW.
- I AM MAD AT MEGHAN TRAINOR FOR LOSING ALL THAT WEIGHT.
- I MEMORISED THE PERIODIC TABLE FOR FUN, ALL 118 ELEMENTS, YASS.
I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless and overrated.
THIRTEEN FAVOURITE SONGS EVER:
- THINKING OUT LOUD
- SHE WILL BE LOVED
- GIVE YOUR HEART A BREAK
- DON’T SAY GOODNIGHT
- HEARTBREAK GIRL
- TAKE ME TO CHURCH
- I WANT TO BREAK FREE
- COME AS YOU ARE
- MAYBE I LOVE YOU
- LOST STARS
- FUCKING PERFECT
- I’D LIE
- IF I WERE A BOY
“Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole–it’s so dense that there’s no room for light, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still suck me in.”
SOMETHING THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID:
I feel insignificant, without my heartbreak.
Like a scream in a void. Funny, that I should say that keeping in mind how much it hurt.
When I spent the last few years picking up the broken pieces of my heart, I didn’t think about where it might lead me. And here I am, stranded.
Not jealous, not hurt, not waiting for no one. Just being my own person.
As I stand behind a strong sycamore tree, I see the good in people. I see hands that remind me of his hands, and my mind flips. His eyes though, will I ever see them again?
Universe if you’re listening,
There’s a certain boy in a country at the intersection of Europe and Asia, I miss.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet